[Repeat x4]Smoke smoke smokeSmoke smoke smokeSmoke smoke smoke sticky nowNow for real I be the break em offHo hopper trick knockerNobody does it like we do wes properBiggie like Papa when I dropperLying on that ass now we fucking till the beat dont stopperCould it be I move too smooth?Grooves that will make the whole party moveSpots I keep them hot so honies be out to trotYo I got this game on lock when I pull up on the lotSo watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm spiffy nowSo the bitches pick me nowSee watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm spiffy nowSo the bitches pick me nowTell them watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm picky nowSmoke sticky nowTell them watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm spiffy nowBitches pick me nowNow everyone want to try and stop this dudePop this dude drop this dudeTry to top this dude plus test my crewWatch me drop a jewel while they jock this dudeBut why every time I around wes cool?Watch them act a foolWhen I leave swiftly sixty when I cruiseMy dues been paidRats been laidMany gats been sprayedPlus tracks been made like yellow dude faceSee me through your shades blow up like grenadesTry to fade this team you know what that meanHead full of dreamsGo on watch us hit the seams with this million dollar teamShining like ringsTaking over everything with this lyrical schemeWe be like fiends when it comes to the moneyBe are end for hur-tin-inSo watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm spiffy nowSo the bitches pick me nowSee watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm spiffy nowSo the bitches pick me nowTell them watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm picky nowSmoke sticky nowTell them watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm spiffy nowBitches pick me nowI keeps it going on and onLittle T I likes to rock shitKeep that head pop shitKeep on making profitsWhat you know about this?Nothing at all cause my shits gall like these hos on my ballsI be that Hit em once see you later I hollerNo need to bother little Torii about a dollarAsk Ali Baba and hell tell whyallA pos office ho about to get you for your L dawgTell those low-down dirty gold diggersTorii Murphy Lee aint your average rich niggaSaint Louis representer and I rememberHos can give a f*ck about my beater in DecemberBut now its a holiday and follow meUp North like HollanyBooty call like BellamyNag what you telling me?Now its all-goodYous a star spelled backwardsGo on back to your hoodNow it goes hos and niggas sit back and relax Fri. and Sat.Pay attention while as I drop this shit on whyassThinking I want to smoke a bluntGot them ??? on their kneesYou cats that want to be down you just get ready for your leadNow I know niggas trying to say that Lunatics East CoastCause my lyrics boasts with flavor but fool Im just your neighborOne of Saint Louis finest just keep a cover like LinusStop your ass like sinus congestion till you learn your lessonConfessin in a danker cruiser supposedly with no futureMammas call me a loserHuh but watch me prove I can Buckeye like OhioKeeping Pace like OrlandoIm running out from the 5 Os cause all I herr is Book em DanoPractice cause I cant be touched Im just too muchIm packed like lunch with more skills than such and suchIm plus never a minus bumping Johnny UnitasOut that Hall of FameLyrics ride tracks better than trainsComing flier than planes crossing niggas like lanesBackstabbing but peep out my game as I explainEverybody shake your hand aint your partner foolJust because I give you dapper that dont mean we coolClearer than ice waterSee your whole plans to shake me upLet up before I wet up your whole fucking getupSpit up a lung youd got that wind knocked outWho get the clout? Aint no doubtLunatics run the houseSo watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm spiffy nowSo the bitches pick me nowSee watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm spiffy nowSo the bitches pick me nowTell them watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm picky nowSmoke sticky nowTell them watch me nowNiggas wonder howIm spiffy nowBitches pick me nowSmoke smoke smoke sticky nowSo watch me now

[Chorus x2]I am the king of the city top down windowsIm Puffin like Diddy Ridin cause the haters face mad team grittyHonk your horn twice if your misses lookin prettyWell if you run wit your niggas then I walk with my killasMo you will never have a winning hand yeah as long as Im the dealerWhat you feelin (uh) you sure you want someBrought my slums cats play like rumsMoney in large sums navigators and gunsBaby mamas wit sonsAint afraid to let you have it If you trip with their loved ones (you tripled your fare) What I hear most is no no You best get on your mark get set go goLike Jagged Edge I leave ya more Def than So SoType of person continue short sit in the front rowGet your hands out my pocketYou dont want just blow blowThe only bird I get wit more is the doe-doe They be like oh ohIts what they screamin from the backHey timber is when I hit em wit the axePut ya gun awayAnd you might live to see another dayCome in head run and done bustin like andale[Chorus x2]Asked around you got a Range (Boy I been had wheels)Aiyyo you think you gotta little change (Yeah my dirties love me truly)I remember you use to shoot that thang (Ya never knew me)Ya used to claim gangs (uh-huh)Yo when I rock Vokal its either Timbs or Nikes When I step in my Prada Im a rock the iceWhen the Tics do a show Im a rock the micBorn in New Jack City like Wesley SnipesDrive a SS M.C with racing stripesRunnin two Ps of L.G flip it twiceHang round with cats who bust and they dont think twiceNothing but dome shots no coming back twiceAll I knew was hustling and rolling the diceScraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men RiceNow I sacrificed my life for publishing rightsHoping everything gonna be aightSt. Lunatics at the SuperbowlTop row gettin super blowedRams on the 24 second down two to goNow we in the Louis thoIts two below hundred degreesIm drivin about 103With a S.T.L hat onTop down holdin a bluntYou know Im smokin wit the windows upI be the young dudeChief into kung-fu with sun-doCome through Beenie Man you dont really want toHow come you think you can Im from the city where the muddy Mississippi mightsink you manIm getting brains in the RangeWith the brains blown outWith TVs the wood grain and them thangs rolled out[Chorus x2]Its like a hot day in JulyJust bangin when I fool guysIts the credible edible federal when Im highOn the hills on the lane64 Chevy the brainsBlown gone spread foam wood and chromeHow you doin mama my name is Lee I be the fabulous M.C you heard ofSt. Lunatics word upIm like OK all the sun outIce down but I still pull a gun outFeel that bow downIts real rap verbally peelin cats off da mapTurf shake 16 bars of earthquakeIf I do the whole song boom {*booming sound*} its VietnamYou see it wrong so Ima gone leave you alonePut my mind back on who Ima bone and take home Got mine get cha own - grab a cell call Big ToneNeed some Air Max cuz dem boys bobbin like stone and a[Chorus x2]Ya ready for this its Ced let-me-entertain-yaWassup representing on wax Talkin on record like P-DiddyIm just here hollaring for The Kings of ComedyYou know too sharp Steve Harvey Bernie B. MacKeepin it on the D.L Hugley[Chorus]

[Chorus x2]Real niggas ride wit usYou haters gotta ride the busSmoke til when my brain gon bustBank account so plush the FEDs on usReal niggas ride wit us (and dime ladies)You haters gotta ride the bus (we drop crazy)Smoke til when my brain gon bustBank account so plush the FEDs on usKyjuans a preppy hippy cross the bridgy of MississippiI slang thangs make bread easy like JiffyCall me a cool nigga or a Mr. refrigerKids ask me (Mr. can you get crunk and jiggy?)I reply quickly bottle of Andres or CrissySmoke backyard or sticky my man watch me get busyI wake up with two dimes both named NikkiIm a playa dirty no passion marks no hickiesCats make me sick when I roll through whyall cityLookin like angry mad face mad teeth grittyYou gon make me go back into my days of you-CityCornrows penny bros and new DickiesAh shit when situation looks shittyI got that thang with me plus I Puff like DiddyYou niggas cant hang with me or pop the pain with meSo wrap somethin mo and hop in the Range with meCheck checkNo picture me rollin Optimo glocka four-fourFour-do Range Rov mink with matchin KangolWhole hood like oh freakin em out they mindDs with diamonds on em jackers I know they want emNot you see the watch Rollie or G-shotYou hear me four five blocks before you see me thats the knockI need not speak on that I speak on ZackAnd how he better fix my shit or give my eight Gs backSalute the rugged flip screen you gotta love itNavigational system behind the ten duckin the publicTake my chain off to thaw out battle four outWe fill the fattest wad a hunneds you ever saw outSon break the jar out twist the muskieOnly real niggas ride and smoke patna trust meIf Im lyin bad mouth slap then crush meCuss me suplex lamb grab the nine and bust meCause only[Chorus]Im like the battery I come through every door on a cell (Duracell)Mr. energizer forever ready to make a milF*ck that Cris let it spill I hit the gas and make it peelIm smokin twenty inches of Parelli wha up off the wheelI hit the jewelry store at noon slight case of the chillsI got the face too damn chunky cause its still read twelveWell hell not a shit starter but I be startin some shitHalf the time Im in the club half the niggas gettin pissedMe got they miss I done caught they wristAnd they be thinkin you cockblockin cause you gave her a kissI walks over to your bitch and asks her whos is this?(yours Nelly)Tell em one more time just in case he forgetsI be the sleepy eyed kinky guy the chinky eyeComin be like I ay EI ready the guyNigga hella high country grammar yellin EI!Fuckin your cutie pie forty-nine not gettin noneYou shoulda seen this ladies face when I walked in the bankIm the school boy Im Hollywood smellin like dankLookin like I dont know left from rightHoldin a check got the whole front desk like Murphys set for life!I agree wit em I exchange sacks with seeds in emDrivin eighty in the rainiest Rov TVs in emIm St. Lou plus true to the arch equals Im realIm Hollywood plus true to the heart equals a milIm killin yall matter fact Im killin myselfIn a category with T-Boz Im feelin myselfIt gets no better Slo says it gotta get betterGotta get wood gotta get dubs we gotta get leatherIm like what real playas roll on dubs (Lunatics like)And haters cant kick it wit us (and our blunts tight)We smokin til our brain gon bustGettin head in the back of the truck City what upIm like only[Chorus x2]

Like ohBetter get them backWatch them niggas backI hear them boys coming dirtyLike ohBetter get them backWatch them bitches backI hear them boys comingLike ohBetter get them backWatch them niggas backI hear them boys coming dirtyLike ohBetter get them backWatch them bitches backI hear them boys comingWho am I you ask me you know its bout that grammarFrom any state it dont matter from here to MontanaFrom white girls named Anna to old ladies named NannaThey holding up their banners and running with their camerasCan I get a flick youre damn right missCan I take a hit Here boo like thisChronics sticky like gum I guess thats how it comesDont worry bout my funds I play around it in one(Like oh) (oh-oh oh-oh)When youve seen that Hummer but that was last summerThis year Im more blunter more up close and personalIts just gon get worse nowFrom Prada to VokalThe Tics are too versatileCant worry bout certain soundsThat come out these haters mouthsI realize they cant help it just stay where youre bowing downSome more you cant get these poundsUnless you gon smoke it nowIf not I suggest you pack your shit up and head out of townLike ohBetter get them backWatch them niggas backI hear them boys coming dirtyLike ohBetter get them backWatch them bitches backI hear them boys comingLike ohBetter get them backWatch them niggas backI hear them boys coming dirtyLike ohBetter get them backWatch them bitches backI hear them boys comingThey be like Hold up hold up hold upI know that aint them manMurp jersey on backwards with old school Tims andKyjuans got on so many colors just like a pimpNellys chains so long got him walking with a limpAli is throwing money in the front rowAnd her bodys screaming slow down but where the hell is SloOf course we be them up close live and in personMight look like the type that be robbing them purses (like oh)But I aint Im the young dude I be rhyming them versesWorked hard since ninety-three thats how I got signed to UniversalNow the girlies take their thongs offAnd it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go offI be that pull up right beside you beating bad type of TicIm a hold up traffic to touch her ass type of TicLunatic thats what I am thats what I said I amIm trying to be a millionaire I bet I am I bet I am(Like oh) Its them boys on them Porches in Air Forces reading SourcesMy choice is old schools over them Rolls RoycesOf course this Tic shit live like EA Sports isDribble in the club I lay up with two draft choicesHit the center touch the point guard she hit the joint hardOh wee oh Lord she dont want no moreCutlass is four door stash for the four-fourSmokes one four-fours what them ohs go for (like oh)Three-fiftys or more three-fifty stick in the floorBrand new Azure smashes Gs and Cs all in my glassesTics fantastic we get booked more than matchesImagine me without those two headbandsThem Vokal t-shirts with some eight class pantsFeeling dapper like Dan yes fresh like MannieCutlass candies sit down you know you cant stand meLike ohBetter get them backWatch them niggas backI hear them boys coming dirtyLike ohBetter get them backWatch them bitches backI hear them boys comingLike ohBetter get them backWatch them niggas backI hear them boys coming dirtyLike ohBetter get them backWatch them bitches backI hear them boys comingAndy freezes all his feesLocks stripy stocks rocks in the watchBig shorts headband to a cross-jersey back RossThats that mid-west talk I think your future bossBatter up no coughLet you know Caprice Classics on these hoes for our big showsTell her best be on they toes Five Country Grammar boys in bandanas platinum no gold like oh(Like oh)Thats what they say when IPull up on ds in that old Dr JOld 88 fat laces this world is rat racesHeading back places but it still seems racistGot locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall offGot a room at the Wada with a saw thatll take the wall offHit the mall off with a sag hockey jersey Do-ragFitted still switching two different shoes starchy with tagsLike oh

[Chorus x2]Real niggas ride wit usYou haters gotta ride the busSmoke til when my brain gon bustBank account so plush the FEDs on usReal niggas ride wit us (and dime ladies)You haters gotta ride the bus (we drop crazy)Smoke til when my brain gon bustBank account so plush the FEDs on usKyjuans a preppy hippy cross the bridgy of MississippiI slang thangs make bread easy like JiffyCall me a cool nigga or a Mr. refrigerKids ask me (Mr. can you get crunk and jiggy?)I reply quickly bottle of Andres or CrissySmoke backyard or sticky my man watch me get busyI wake up with two dimes both named NikkiIm a playa dirty no passion marks no hickiesCats make me sick when I roll through whyall cityLookin like angry mad face mad teeth grittyYou gon make me go back into my days of you-CityCornrows penny bros and new DickiesAh shit when situation looks shittyI got that thang with me plus I Puff like DiddyYou niggas cant hang with me or pop the pain with meSo wrap somethin mo and hop in the Range with meCheck checkNo picture me rollin Optimo glocka four-fourFour-do Range Rov mink with matchin KangolWhole hood like oh freakin em out they mindDs with diamonds on em jackers I know they want emNot you see the watch Rollie or G-shotYou hear me four five blocks before you see me thats the knockI need not speak on that I speak on ZackAnd how he better fix my shit or give my eight Gs backSalute the rugged flip screen you gotta love itNavigational system behind the ten duckin the publicTake my chain off to thaw out battle four outWe fill the fattest wad a hunneds you ever saw outSon break the jar out twist the muskieOnly real niggas ride and smoke patna trust meIf Im lyin bad mouth slap then crush meCuss me suplex lamb grab the nine and bust meCause only[Chorus]Im like the battery I come through every door on a cell (Duracell)Mr. energizer forever ready to make a milF*ck that Cris let it spill I hit the gas and make it peelIm smokin twenty inches of Parelli wha up off the wheelI hit the jewelry store at noon slight case of the chillsI got the face too damn chunky cause its still read twelveWell hell not a shit starter but I be startin some shitHalf the time Im in the club half the niggas gettin pissedMe got they miss I done caught they wristAnd they be thinkin you cockblockin cause you gave her a kissI walks over to your bitch and asks her whos is this?(yours Nelly)Tell em one more time just in case he forgetsI be the sleepy eyed kinky guy the chinky eyeComin be like I ay EI ready the guyNigga hella high country grammar yellin EI!Fuckin your cutie pie forty-nine not gettin noneYou shoulda seen this ladies face when I walked in the bankIm the school boy Im Hollywood smellin like dankLookin like I dont know left from rightHoldin a check got the whole front desk like Murphys set for life!I agree wit em I exchange sacks with seeds in emDrivin eighty in the rainiest Rov TVs in emIm St. Lou plus true to the arch equals Im realIm Hollywood plus true to the heart equals a milIm killin yall matter fact Im killin myselfIn a category with T-Boz Im feelin myselfIt gets no better Slo says it gotta get betterGotta get wood gotta get dubs we gotta get leatherIm like what real playas roll on dubs (Lunatics like)And haters cant kick it wit us (and our blunts tight)We smokin til our brain gon bustGettin head in the back of the truck City what upIm like only[Chorus x2]

Uh yo yoIm tired of the he say she sayWhy every time they get mad man we payShe wanna act like the judge and the juryThe police FBI and CIA(All in one)And now its me she trying to convictShe better show me some DNA and fingerprintsShe better show me the name of the one who snitchedMatter of fact right now Im a plead the fifth[Chorus](she said you tried to f*ck her)Shes a motherfucking lie(boy please) no way(whatever) not me(yeah you) man shes just hating(she said you met her last summer)Shes a motherfucking lie(boy please) no way(whatever) not me(yeah you) girl you sound crazy(she said yall exchanged numbers)Shes a motherfucking lie(boy please) no way(whatever) not me(yeah you) fellas what we goin doTake it to the grave [Repeat x8]She said she did what? with who she wrongIf she know so much ask her what I had onTrue religion Air Jordan Ed Hardy cmon ma thats every nigga at the partyBut I was at the studio perfecting my hustleWith Kee Murphy mo just finishing Brass KnucklesNow with all these verses fur coats fly whips I done bought for you ma now you still believe that shitAre you serious?[Chorus]324 when I walked in the doorPhone on lie what it do that for (damn)She said she went down south all in my texts330 in the morning got this loud ass messageI didnt even do it though mama girl lying(you tried to f*ck her)I didnt even have timeAsk her where she know me fromWho I be withWhat number she dial that crazy girl wild[Chorus]I really dont know herIve seen her on MyspaceLooked on her page all I seen was my faceHer user name read Kewan for lifeWith videos and pictures set up so rightThe only bad thing she writes me all nightSaying shit like her tits are so tightShe ends it with I love you that starts a big fightBaby I cant control what she type[Chorus]

Yo for the nigga mention my name I let him know the dealIm the nigga same nigga thought was a lame niggaNow I push a Range nigga you know the name niggaPeep the Iceberg jeans the ice chain niggaAnd if I got beef I let the whole world know itSo if you got beef let the whole world know itOne take it to the streets let the whole world know itIts the chance for your big career dont blow itOr get it blown from the top gun niggaI aint finished talkin bout it till ya top gone niggaDissin my crew you catch hot onesIm hot son yo thats why I carry hot gunsIm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly missesWhile you niggas at the crib tryna find missesYo Im gettin head from the Mexican dime bitchesThem niggas mad cause they riches aint like my richesA yo Im Murphey Lee the school boyThe civilized jewel boyI got not one two three four five but six whoresFor equality Vokal Cammy and WallabiesI smoke la like daa-da-dee it got me boomin like ba-da-bingRap dont gotta sing cause I get my hum onActually I get hummed onHoes tongues be on my dong dongGevity-long head at night head in the mornLunatic five strong king kongs are writin songsCats be gettin gone thinkin they got it goin onFolks brought you a brawl it all started in ya homeCheck the background St. Louis clown from the U-TownFourteen pimp of the year like Dru DownSame crew now its too damn quiet but too loudHoes be pretendin always sayin they too proudIf I ruled the world I do nowMe and the Tics bout to rack em and move the crowdCall the cops I see a robbery in progressLunatics about to steal the show(Where you from?)From the S-T-L M-O 3-1-4Call the cops I see a robbery in progressLunatics about to steal the show(Where you from?)From the S-T-L M-O 3-1-4I rip grass and smash with a 44 magThis nigga jag from the front to the back I heard it crashNigga you said you hurt em bad you heard him laughTalkin trash bout whoopin my assI never let a nigga do that who thatGet his brains blew back with a new gatYellin true that hollowtips is goin clean through thatAnd I didnt have to get my whole team just to do thatIn a blue hat with a black baggy Karl KaniAn iced out ring just to scar on your eyeHard to die like Bruce Lee get a victoryCats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin weakWe be Nikki Sacks Jackie Frost ScratchyDanny Terrio Dutch Schultz to the MotorolaMoney hold up whippin the Rover high roller dogWhat you holdin Im paid so controllin yallYiggidy yes yall like Das EFX Is be nextTo rep that Midwest its sets and projectsNow once Keyaun say hit the safe raise the stakesTics in fifty states might as well blaze the cakeI got moves to make transactions to handshakesDrugs for papes now Im sellin CDs and tapesFunerals and wakes caused by greed and hateA snake is still a snake no matter the size or shapeThose that hate anchored with weights found in the lakeCome off the chain my main you tied to the gateFirst you caught a case second you caught the babesThird you caught me with your date that was no mistakeGood things come to those who waitSo if you waitin on them Tics huh they gon be lateIn your house with your spouse Im doin the nastyIm a felon ask Jay I rob industries and ashtraysBranson and hashy add gas and wrap somethinAnd burn the place ya heard meWatch me load up the ammo cock it back slowIn the back door infrared lowTell me somethin that I dont already knowLike which one of these closets contain cash flowGot three little problems I just thought you should knowPeep Im addicted to yes and Im allergic to noIm obsessed with dough money makin and the hoesAnything other than satisfaction gon blowHeard through the grapevine you lookin for meCouldnt be cause if it was you would be bookin from meShook when ya see Nelly rollin in the GS-3Hangin out the sunroof like bing bing bingBack the car up pop the trunk nowCan ya hold ya breath cause Imma flood this townThat ass scream nine-second-five right hereNeighbors on the lawn like Nelly why right hereCall the cops I see a robbery in progressLunatics about to steal the show(Where you from?)From the S-T-L M-O 3-1-4Call the cops I see a robbery in progressLunatics about to steal the show(Where you guys from again?)From the S-T-L M-O 3-1-4Call the cops I see a robbery in progressLunatics about to steal the show(Tell me again where you guys from?)From the S-T-L M-O 3-1-4Call the cops

Check check check yo we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-IFor sure we gon hold that down for St. Louis no doubtMy nigga Kyjuan gon kick this shit out right hereWe the Lunatics no doubtThey wildin they dont knowAy yoSt. Louis is small but we still do it allWe hit the mall we drink it all we always gon smoke it allGet hit we shake it off at the club yellin take it offMy success is takin off Im always workin never takin offI done that did that who her? I done hit thatCats be trippin off them rats I aint really with thatMakes me wanna sit back I relax and think backTo when I used to click-clack makes me angry when I flash backMo you should get back I mean this hang with the meanestRemain the cleanest always smoke the seedless greenestYouve seen this like reruns pop-a-lock like rerunsSt. Louis where we from you aint never heard a weak oneYou got to stand up and get it together roll with the punches whateverGet in our way destroy ya make you wish you had never everFucked with the real crazy pyscho sick move the ladySunnin so nut and shady kid pass me the three-eightyBy my sack cock and load it your world Im a rock and roll itMy business you shouldnt a told it to end Im a forty-fourThey switch guns and they go for show it your pupils is dilatingThis rap is so beautiful watch The Source give it higher ratingsThe tics just cant be faded to nothin thats star relatedMore than just duplicated Kenjuanas to celebratedGot damnit we finally made it haters they gotta hate itBought my house off and finally paid it often intoxicatedJust call me the Don-dotta original rider riderYour mama just gotta gotta take her home and here splatter splatterSplatter splatter Im from St. LouieS-T-L is where we stay in the middle no coastLyrics boastin with flight what up Mo Im just your neighbor what upSt. Louis finest just keep a cover like LinusStop your ass up like sinus congest ya til you learn your lesson we blessinS-T-L is where we stay in the middle no coastLyrics boastin with flight what up Mo Im just your neighbor what upSt. Louis finest just keep a cover like LinusStop your ass up like sinus congest ya til you learn your lesson we blessinNow you can find Murphy in a Jag on a commercialBut at home in St. Louis yo Is are walkin like HerschellI be like (oh oh oh)Wit a pocket full of bus tickets lookin at booties thinkin I must hit itWhy must I live like that what you expect?Young dude done paid bills with them advancement checksHoneys screamin they want more than sex Im like why me?Find out it dont even take that Lex to like meI be the young dude Mr. drop a top a bubble Benny whipper(What else nigga?)A weed head slash Henny sipperNo Im not ballinIm tryna get it how I live and how I live is how I get that shitIm like nine-nine-nine-na-nine-nine-na-nine short of a mil ticket!(Chachill take it) and say that Bill did itBut Im a be real for real and deal wit itAnd get mine in the summertime like Will didWhat you thought I was gonna do bitch and scream f*ck my dreams?Walk off the team like Rodman?Move the scene nigga what you mean not now playa Im swabbinI put four silver dollars up on a white castle out in CochranGet them things out and cock em anything bubble Im poppinAnything stumble Im droppin whatever you rollin Im toppinIf its fully loaded Im coppin whewwNo more slanging rocks I rock rocks you duck cops I cop dropsYou buy cock I buy stock touch mine you are notIm Rocafella with hard knocks dome shots til I get poppedUsed to ball on the blacktop now I balls on hardwoodWith enough finance stability to finance a small hoodCall it Nellyville nigga and guess who the mayorMy whole towns chronicd out so we drug awareIm playin truth or dare with dime pieces and they niecesShowin me theres more than one way that they can eat a ReesesCan I repeat this man you niggas need to see thisS-T-L is where we stay in the middle no coastLyrics boastin with flight what up Mo Im just your neighbor what upSt. Louis finest just keep a cover like LinusStop your ass up like sinus congest ya til you learn your lesson we blessinS-T-L is where we stay in the middle no coastLyrics boastin with flight what up Mo Im just your neighbor what upSt. Louis finest just keep a cover like LinusStop your ass up like sinus congest ya til you learn your lesson we blessin

(Nelly - talking)Oh baby girl like to shake a lot more drop it like over herr baby girl uh(Chorus - Nelly)Let me in now there it goI love it when you make your knees touch your elbows boom boomLet me in now there it goI love it when you make your knees touch your elbows boom boomLet me in now there it goI love it when you make your knees touch your elbows boom boomLet me in now there it goI love it when you make your knees touch your elbows boom boom(Ali)Let me in ma so I can hit itMake you want to leave wit it take you home and sleep wit itTell your friends that we did it in the back of the CoupeWith your back on the sunroof hollain out whoop-de-whoopYou be like girl he put in work hit it all nightHe rocked my world came out that skirt soon as I hit that doorHe thorough while you twerk so much Mo and Cris I urled all on my skirtWe still kicked it (let me in know)You aint heard that playa badSt. Louis nigga to the end with a fo-fo magAnd til them tic niggas kick in let a fire bagThe party just would not begin til you shake that ass now shake that assIm like uh whoa hossie and that ass aint playinIm a teach it to go varsity in a passin RamMarry me and divorce me and get my cash advanceYour best bets to deep throat me as fast as you can Im like(Chorus)(Murphy Lee)Ay yo Im Murphy Lee the ashtray I touch butts all dayTreat me like a toilet you can sit on meAnd let your knees touch your nostrilsShow me that big ol brown booty hole let me record it like a studioYou can go and get your crew girl like FreddyHuh you Raw like Eddie call me Murphy if you readyReady for whatever Strictly Business like Halle BerryWhen Im with you like Tony Terry say my name more times than Bloody MaryKinda scary gettin more head for stones than cemeteries?? ??? done ran through more halls than BarryAt school in the Hall gettin busy like ArsenioIm a rat trap like club Casino(Keyjuan)Ay yo its on fo sho low-cut Capris so her thongs could shoShe probably got a man but Ive been wrong befoAll I know is that she make her knees touch her elbows just to get in a showIm startin to think this how its supposed to goGet blowed before we go where we supposed to goWorkin since ninety-fo Im supposed to blowBlow on the dice before I roll a ten-to-foRollin Mo-Mos Optimos they burn slowRollin fo-dos sippin Mo with fo hoesIm a two-triple-0 you-City gigaloDuece Duece Bigalow love a man Joe BlowAnd you should pay me Im Super like NintendoMake your hands touch the flo your knees dont bend thoIn the Benzo tinted windows if the bounce is right the ounce is rightMeet me at my house tonight(Chorus)(Nelly)Now baby girl got a rump on er fo-do and a trunk on erLow miles no dents title readin one ownerSome are want to-be baller baby daddies that dont want erHe aint trippin til he see another nigga get on herBut she a good girl actin bad when she need beI wish you would girl hit me so often she beep meOn some Nelly come meet me its the first ladyMy president is out the country I need the VPIm in the White House butt-naked and iced outTurn the lights out and Im turnin your wife outSame chick you jumped the broom with throwin the rice outSame cat shoppin with rats throwin the mice outI like em clumsy mo just let everything hit the floNot once not twice three times but foEach time makin her knees touchin her elbowsI said each time lookin at me yellin she want moIm like ohh!(Chorus)(Nelly - talking)Baby girl like to shake a lot huh baby girl like to shake a lotHuh baby girl like to uh uh uh uhDo your thizzle Moet hah hah and do your thizzle MoetHah hah shake it like that for hah yeahThree-one-four fo sho S-T-L and I connect the do

[Intro - Nelly] (Mariah Carey)HO!! To the floor (Neptunes)Everybody to the floor!OH! (PW seemon!) (heyy!)WOO!! To the floor (MC)Everybody to the floor(Nelly) seemon!![Verse - Mariah Carey] (Nelly)Baby! I dont want to let you think Im..(Id like to try ya I think ya so on fire)Easy! (WOO!) Like them other girls that you may see(I cant deny it I keep trying to fight it)[Pre-Chorus - Mariah Carey] (Nelly)I just want to make sure thatYou really want me just for meCause its not just that Im so impressedBy all your cars and your jewelryAnd you know like I know feel that chemistry(You know I feel it just the same as you)(So wont ya bring that down to me aye!)[Chorus - Mariah Carey & (Nelly)]Whatever happens! (Whatever happens!)Its going down tonight!(Said its all going down tonight)I said its all going down tonight(I bet it all go down tonight OH! so get ready!)Cause you and me got businessWe gon handle it tonight (tonight?) tonight(Tonight?) Tonight (tonight?) tonight (tonight?) tonight[Nelly]To the floor! Everybody to the floor! seemon![Verse - Nelly] (Mariah Carey)Shorty! I would never think that you were..(Id like to try ya I think ya so on fire)Easy! Girl I just think youre so outstanding(I cant deny it keep trying to fight it)[Pre-Chorus - Mariah Carey] (Nelly)Im free and I just want to make sure thatYou really want me just for meBecause its not just that Im so impressedBy all your cars and your jewelryAnd you know like I know feel that chemistry(You know I feel it just the same as you)(So wont ya bring that down to me aye!)[Chorus][Nelly]To the floor! Everybody to the floor!To the floor! Everybody to the floor! Come on![Bridge - Mariah Carey] (Nelly)The time is right for you and IIts going down tonight!! (OH!)[Chorus x2][Repeat]Its going down tonight!

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